Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
"No! _No!!_" said he, interrupting me, "I have heard nothing from her.
Don't be alarmed. I shall soon be back."
He had been gone nearly an hour, when a messenger came in great haste
for him to go to Mr. Mansfield's--Lucy was in a dreadful swoon. I ran
down to inquire more particularly, and to direct him to go to the office
for the Doctor, when he told me the horrid catastrophe. Joseph Lee had
been found dead in his cell, having hung himself from a large hook
driven into the wall and used to hang up a coat or a hat.
With mother's advice, I proceeded immediately to Mr. Mansfield's, where
I found every thing in the utmost confusion. Servants were running to
and fro; some crying, some trying to soothe others, while Emily and her
sweet little brothers were the only ones who remained calm. I stopped a
moment to speak to them in the nursery, when the dear girl said, "I'm
trying to keep my brothers quiet, because mamma is very sick."
I hastened to their mother's chamber, where my husband was leaning over
his patient, applying the most powerful restoratives, while her agitated
husband and Mrs. Burns were putting stimulants to her hands and feet.
Not a pulse throbbed--no sign of life appeared. The Doctor repeatedly
held a small mirror before her face, but was unable to discover the
least breath. But at length, with a deep sigh from her over-burdened
heart, she very gradually recovered her consciousness.
All stood back from her view except her physician. Poor Allen, with
tears streaming down his cheeks, dared not show himself. The sufferer
was soon able to take a little camphor and water, and without letting
her see me, I returned to the children. Summoning the nurse, I told her
if she would dress her young charge, I would send for them to pass the
day with my little ones; and not waiting for my husband, I returned
home.
That was on Thursday morning, the time appointed by the Judge, for the
prisoners to receive their sentence. When the jailer went to carry them
their breakfast, he ascertained that one of them was beyond the reach of
any earthly tribunal. He had rushed unbidden, into the presence of his
great Judge. Hastening to the other cell, and almost fearing to enter,
lest he should find him in a similar condition, he ascertained that he
was raving incoherently from a fever, and hastily sent for the Doctor.
His disease proved to be a violent congestion of the brain; and it still
remains very doubtful whether he will recover.
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